Chapters (80)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- CHAPTER 60
- CHAPTER 61
- CHAPTER 62
- CHAPTER 63
- CHAPTER 64
- CHAPTER 65
- CHAPTER 66
- CHAPTER 67
- CHAPTER 68
- CHAPTER 69
- CHAPTER 70
- A LETTER TO MY READERS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY RACHEL ABBOTT
- OTHER NOVELS BY RACHEL ABBOTT
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- READING GROUP QUESTIONS
Tom put the phone down and thought about how he was not looking forward to the next day. One of the realities of being a detective chief inspector was that the time he spent doing what he thought of as the real job was often eaten into by the other rubbish that he hated – crime figures, reviews, staffing crises. He had been asked several times why he hadn’t applied for promotion, but he shuddered at the thought of even more paperwork and sometimes felt demotion was a more attractive option.
Tomorrow was supposed to be his day off, but like it or not he had to go to a meeting in the morning that was deemed more important than either his free time or dealing with his caseload.
He sighed as he logged out of his computer, but before he had chance to escape, his phone rang again.
‘Tom, it’s Philippa again. That problem I said I might be passing your way? Consider it passed. I need you to take on another murder case.’
CHAPTER 45
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I’m sure that tonight it will be my turn for a treatment with the doctor, and I’ve been dreading the moment Thea appears in my doorway to escort me upstairs. I hate everything about it – the vulnerability of lying on the couch with him sitting next to me – so close, but not touching. I can’t believe he would touch me, but I never fully close my eyes, ready at any moment to jump up and run from the room.
My anxiety is enhanced by Hannah’s apprehension whenever she thinks it is her turn for a treatment. There is something she won’t tell me, something that’s expected of her that she is uncomfortable with.
I’ve no time to panic, though, because now Thea is here, outside my door, and I follow her up the stairs. This time we don’t stop at the ground floor; we continue up the stairs towards the first floor, the floor I’ve not been allowed access to until now. What can there be here that I’m not supposed to see?
When we reach the landing, Thea points me towards a small seating area. There is a side table with a flask and a cup on it. ‘Before you see the doctor, I need to speak to you,’ she says, her tone gentle. ‘You must understand that we have your safety at heart, and all we want is for you to feel part of our little family. You do know that, don’t you?’